Sunday, April 25, 2010

QUASIMOTO how much can you delete i can delete a lot, the way madlib trades verses with himself as quas in shifted pitches hurts my gristle like a good lightGUCCI MANE jumping big rocks in the street even the dogs here will walk out in front of your car like who's this mofuckerBONE THUGS the subs in my car make the metal go like the car is dead inside, it sucks to rolls the windows down cuz it kills that ouch, makes me breathe my air over and overTHREE SIX there are clear castles between the traffic lights, you can go in the stairwells where the bums piss and it's like something rising through you, across the street from that is the sub shop where they give you love for coming in the doorTUPAC even while you get an older body there's the year you drove late in florida and that street wouldn't come back now if you went looking for it but it's out thereBIG BOI don't need a largess need a game machine and someone for sundays, some grits and cheese and a doughnut and a mouth to see it besideFAT PAT grillin up in the white apartment closet laughin and makin candy out of days that felt like nothing "see a different level of the game fo sho"

most days i take two showers, one when i get up and one covered in sweatsometimes i combine the two into one

DOOM i would be better off with a set of sweatpants for sure, or a tattoo of the pants along my knee; hide out and make money for your child, even if the child doesn't existPROJECT PAT this room could be even smaller than it is, there are never enough cookies, get a houseparty started in your kitchen, sweatpantsZ RO let the game squirt w/o you, show up when it's hot, get a box and take some homeMIKE JONES today my father pulled a black hair out of the pad holding him in his wheelchair and held it up at light, said "we need to make me a dress out of this one"DIZZEE RASCAL don't leave come back sit on the bed with me smile and let's have cookies and come around or do what you need i want to BUN B "ain't nothin changed everyday aint nothin chay-ange" the long rhythm of the tree that isn't under this house and the rat that ran wet through here and died so i came home to smell, i don't plan on leaving again lately, it's still smallT.I. the roof on the building i walked into looked like it had been set to the edge with a big bic lighter and clicked and dragged, lunchmeat shaderoof and an erased playground, they had ice cream inside

Saturday, April 17, 2010

margarietas and the nachoewith chips plus cheeseran a cargirl looked said go back to friendsgirl looked and was a lez

i have nothing for iti have no dogsdead mouse smelled like me

i was going to eat dinner with momshe was lateshe saw my father pushed behind a desk couldnt movehe had teeth stilli am going to not go

hung out with the cat hastingshe didnt want to talkthrew a ball for him to look athe half atehe stayed in the stayroom

i left

i have a friend york he's nicewe rode the white vanwe disliked similarand liked similarthere was a mexican band

two doughnuts is troubleif you are trying to drive and peopple have problemsbithcass neighbor with the blackheaded dogsaw me coming didnt front like she wasnt going inside cuz she saw mejust went on in

coolgood move ill rep it too if i can get my hard shittupac is deadbone is tryingi am dogsi am tots

Thursday, April 1, 2010

I am guest editing Everyday Genius for April, have a lot of fun and messed up googa to throw at you, beginning today with Laura Carter. Look on there weekdays this month and words will be there.

Thomas Kendall wrote about reading Scorch Atlas at Transductions, which has become one of my favorite sites. He goes, "Scorch Atlas punches evolution in the kidneys."

going to Houston tomorrow to hang with Gene at the Houston Book Fair, then we ride in a van to the AWP. scheduled a lot of crap in many arenas over a breadth of time, whoops, here's where i will send a body of me: